"Tell me why I'm here again." Bobby stated, his hands deep into the pockets of his blue jeans as Bailey's hand shuffled through the racks of a formal shop on the Strip. Her eyes were wide as they scanned the colors and cuts of the dressed before her, nothing was catching her eye.

"Because, the premiere is tomorrow and I don't even have anything to wear yet!" she spat out, moving to another rack as her sneakers squeaked on the shiny, marble floor. "Plus, I needed to get out."

"Cheya you did." Bobby chuckled, standing off behind her. "When I walked in at noon, you were still in your PJ's with a spoon and a jar of peanut butter. Luckily, I was your savior." Bailey laughed at his last line.

"Sure, just keep telling yourself that." her eyes continued to shift from dress to dress as the metal hanger clinked in front of her on the rack.

"Excuse me." a male who looked to be in his last twenties approached Bailey, a tiny lisp on his voice as he folding his hands in front of his body. His black rimmed glasses make his bleached spikes pop as his bright green eyes stared at her in somewhat of an annoyance. "Are you having trouble finding the right prices? If so, there's cheap-o store around the corner that you can take your last season, sweatpants wearing hobo to and find something affordable." the man cracked, his voice bold as Bailey and Bobby both turned to look at him in shock.

"No, I'm just having trouble finding a beautiful dress. This store seems to have everything else but that." without hesitation, Bailey snapped, her eyes flaming as her hand moved from the rack and gripped her purse. "Oh, and money isn't the issue. It's your lack of style." she continued, eyeing the conniving man and spilling her guts. Since her and Bobby entered the store twenty minutes prior to their exchange of words, the man had been shooting glares their way the entire time. Looking down upon them and assuming as if they didn't have any business being there pissed Bailey off to some extent. Not to mention, she was pretty stressed out with thoughts of Joe. This man's smart mouth and ignorance seemed to push her off the edge. "C'mon Bobby, I'll spend my $10,000 paycheck elsewhere." her eyes squinted at the man, then grabbed Bobby's arm and yanked him out of the store, letting go once they were out of site.

"Jeeze. You're like a ticking time bomb." he chuckled, looking over at her, trying to lighten up her mood a bit. Her eyes stayed straight ahead as her body tensed up. "Talk to me."

"There's nothing to talk about." she replied bluntly before stopping in front of another store. Yanking open the glass door, she stepped inside, Bobby right behind her.

"You're so full of lies!" his voice was soft as he released another chuckle. "It's him, isn't it?" she stayed quiet, her legs moving over to the nearest rack of dresses. "You haven't said anything about him since that night you babysat. . . Ohhh." he cooed, then literally smacked himself in the forehead. "So, you gonna tell me what happened?"

"Oh, look at this one." Bailey exclaimed, holding up the bottom of a light pink dress.

"Bails, seriously. Just -" Bobby and Bailey both stopped at the sound of a familiar voice.

"Look, I'm just here to return this ugly thing. That's all." the feminine voice exclaimed. Quickly, Bailey dipped down behind a rack of dresses in the center of the store, leaving the view of the counter.

"Are you kidding me? Out of all people, we run into her." Bailey hissed, peeking through the dresses, watching as Jasmine finger nails clicked on the countertop.

"Hello, still waiting." she spat at the woman at the register.

"Reason for return?" the woman hesitantly asked, her scared eyes looking across at Jasmine.

"I don't even like it. I got it only because Joseph just loved it." she flicked her long hair off her shoulders. "I really think it's boring and ugly, which is why I brought it back." she finished simply. "I need something more. . .more. . ."

"Skanky?" Bailey asked, standing and making herself viewable. Jasmine quickly spun around, and obvious look of offense playing on her face. "Makes sense, since it'll match your personality perfectly."

"Oh no." Bobby mumbled behind her, slowly straightening out his body as well.

"Excuse me?" Jasmine shrieked, moving the sunglasses that were covering her eyes to the top of her head, her other hand shooting to her waist.

"I don't believe I st-stuttered." Bailey stated, placing her hand on her throat only for a moment to add more 'umph' to her comment, her eyes glaring at MissThing in front of her.

"Bailey, don't -" she barely even heard Bobby's voice off to the side. She was too busy paying attention to the girl standing before. The girl that was to blame for all the chaos over the past month and a half.

"If that's what you want to say Joe likes, that's fine by me." Jasmine smirked, shrugging her shoulders and making Bailey laugh.

"Hun, you act as if he's even into you. You're his co-worker, not his girlfriend." she snapped, watching Jasmine's smirk fade for a millisecond before it reappeared.

"That makes two of us." her eyes flickered, declaring war. "Besides, if he didn't like me, he wouldn't have let me re-name that dirty little thing you call a pet."

"HA! Taco?" Bailey cackled. "Oh please, as if you even have a say to what his name is."

"It's Twiggy, and I believe I do." she responded boldly, as if her tone was supposed to be intimidating or something.

"Bullshit." she replied quickly, making her gasp.

"You did not just curse at me!" she squeaked, her jaw dropping and her fist balling up.

"Oh, I believe I did." Bailey smirked, her stare not breaking.

"No wonder Joe got rid of you. You're so immature." she rolled her eyes, causing Bailey to squint hers. Not really knowing what to come back with, Bailey turned to her side, glancing back at Bobby.

"I'll show you maturity." she snapped. "Don't worry, Bobby. I'll be the bigger person, right now." she muttered, it looking as if she was going to turn and just walk away.

Instead, Bailey spun around in the opposite direction and slapped Jasmine in the face, the smack echoing through the store followed by a scream and then a grunt. Jasmine instantly grabbed onto Bailey's shoulders and pushed her backwards, her back colliding with the rack of dresses as her feet stumbled underneath her. Catching her balance and yanking herself from her grasp, Bailey's arms started flailing all over the place, her fists coming into contact with Jasmine's body a few times as Bobby and the woman at the counter yelled for them to stop. For some reason, one line stood out from all the rest as if an alarm was set off inside of them.

"If you don't stop, I'm calling the cops!" she woman cried hopelessly. The movement between the girls stopped as Jasmine jumped away, straightening out her shirt and wiping her bloody lip before grabbing her purse off the counter. Within seconds, she stormed out of the store leaving Bailey standing there; hair a mess and dresses scattered all over the place as the woman reached for her phone.

"Aw man, you don't need to call anyone!" Bailey exclaimed, darting to the counter, her hands gripping the edge. Quickly, the woman jumped back, a little startled from her sudden movement. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" she pleaded.

"Way to go, Bails." Bobby chuckled from behind, stepping over the dresses and appearing to her side as her eyes looked at the counter. Laying off towards the left of the register was the dress Jasmine returned. It was a long, silky, low-cut, light orange dress, accompanied with rhinestones around the straps and slit. It was absolutely gorgeous.

"Here, here." Bailey reached into her purse. "Don't call the cops, I'll buy the dress!" she stated quickly, snapping open her wallet for her new credit card as the woman relaxed a little. Sliding the plastic on the counter and looking up at the woman, she hesitantly took the card and rang her up.

Within minutes and after a polite and awkward, 'Thanks for shopping!', Bailey and Bobby exited the store. Their steps were silent for a moment before Bobby burst out into laughter, receiving a confused glare from Bailey as she looked over at him.

"You need that boy so much, you don't even realize." he stated, shaking his head and looking down, instantly sparking her attention at his choice of words.

"Why is that?" she asked, her voice hardening.

"I don't think you're ready for this. . ." he trailed off, looking away from her stare as they continued down the Strip.

"Bobby, I swear. Just say it." Bailey snapped, getting a little aggravated. She had her dress, the premiere was tomorrow, she just rumbled with some girl, and Joe was still on her mind; she was only a little stressed.

"Alright, alright. I'm about to give you the best advice ever." he cleared his throat. "'When you love someone, and they break your heart. Don't give up on love, have faith; restart.' -Quoted from someone amazing, who you need right now." Bobby paused with a sigh. "Working with you in the beginning was so much fun. You were full of laughter, full of smiles. Now that he's out of the picture, you're completely miserable and I can't stand even being around you."

"Well, good thing the movie is over with, huh? Now you don't have to be around me." she stated, feeling a slight burn in her eye as the venom slipped from her mouth.

"Yep. A really good thing." he emphasized, knowing she'd take his response the wrong way.

"Thanks, you're such a good friend." she muttered.

"Now you have time to be with him; become who you were when I first met you. You can have your boy back." Bobby replied honestly, pausing for a moment as she obtained his words. "You need him."